what seems like three weeks of unbroken grey skies over London, yesterday, at last, there was a glimpse of sun. Temperatures were in the high teens and people in the pub garden I was in were in short sleeves. It could have been June - or indeed a fine day on the Day One beach.
The conversation got round to climate change, and after a few minutes we all agreed we felt guilty about enjoying the heat and the warmth. Guilty. We got into our respective cars, feeling guilty about driving, and rushed home (and felt guilty about rushing) to turn off all the electrical items in the house. I only came to work for heat and light.